the walls are talking
This Grandma lives in my hood. So Lovely.
This is where young boys spend most of their free time
AM hours on balcony
blue heat
little dog's blues
comic dyed eyebrows of mine
the luna park's scared girl
where the magic happens - you grow younger!
She is...
not dreaming
some people think she's my big sister, but actually she is..)))
ex-ballet dancer
and this is her daughter, and, yup, i still act like a kid sometimes
flower car
evening water looks mysterious
as i'm waiting for my Latte
but she prefer red wine
cold..
it's been raining
and i breathe the smell of wet pavement..and i catch the lights of lonely taxi..it looks so blue. it's a perfect time for writing songs and making love..or just walking as i did.
hello autumn, bye bye summer
September 5th, Sunday Up Market, I like this plastic-glass-lamp.
In process of creativity. The same place.The same time.
The Dress. Sunday Up Market.
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